Ye Chen paid no attention to the doubtful gazes of the few old men, walked to the other side of the mountain forest on his own, found an ideal spot, and began fishing.
The river was home to the grouper, and Ye Chen was confident he could catch one and win this fishing competition.
"Hmph, he can just wait for his doom!"
Old Liao couldn't help but sneer when he saw Ye Chen actually sitting there fishing.
The other two middle-aged men felt the same way, completely disbelieving that Ye Chen could beat them.
Although they didn't understand the technique of fishing, they knew some of the rules. In a fishing competition like this, the winner would receive a generous prize.
What Ye Chen was doing now was simply courting disaster.
Very soon, three to four minutes passed, but Ye Chen hadn't even seen the shadow of the grouper, let alone any catch.
On the contrary, the little fellow next to Ye Chen seemed to be in high spirits, as if it had eaten its fill.
